"His kisses trailed sideways, lingeringly, traveling down my throat, my shoulder. Leaving a wake of fire as though he held a lit match in his teeth.They hurt.I knew he was biting me, but how can I explain this? - I didn't mind. It was as though I existed for this. For Dane to come along and cut me open with his teeth, expertly teasing out desire between us as though it were a moth, a third and separate creature entirely. I fluttered, floated, died; I rose again.The window faded pale, flared scarlet, ran with dark..."